Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 653 - 76: The Crab’s Claws are Better Than a Guillotine

When is a girl most beautiful?

High EQ answer: A girl is beautiful all the time.

Low EQ answer: A pretty girl is always beautiful.

Correct answer: After a bath.

Her makeup removed, only natural collagen plumped by hot water remains.

Along with the natural congestion of capillaries from improved blood circulation.

As Wang Yunxiao entered the bedroom, he saw He Lan sitting on the bed, drying her wet hair with a towel bit by bit.

Clear footprints had been pressed onto the white bedsheet by her feet.

He Lan turned her head to look at him with a gloomy expression, and drew a line with her fingernail in the middle of the bed. Pouting, she said, "Don’t say I’m coveting your body. I’m not that shameless, okay? Tonight we sleep separately. If you cross this line, you’re a beast!"

I haven’t even said anything yet!

"Get out!"

Wang Yunxiao helplessly said, "Rant as you may, throw a tantrum as you might, if you insist on sleeping here tonight, I really won’t be polite."

Perhaps sensing his seriousness from his expression, He Lan finally toned it down a bit.

No matter how tough she acted, she was ultimately inexperienced and inevitably felt timid when it came to the actual situation.

"Fine, I’ll stop making a fuss. Come here, let’s just sleep normally."

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t be bothered with her and turned around to take a shower.

Speaking of these wealthy households, their standard of living is really different.

Whenever Wang Yunxiao worked up a sweat at school, he’d at most strip and dash to the bathhouse, quickly washing with a basin of water and that would be it.

That itself was a luxury not accessible to ordinary people.

You think tap water is free?

For the poor, bathing was never a necessity.

Only when you could practically scrape off mud with your hands, a quick dip in the river was good enough.

Unlike these rich folks, who even had specialized bathrooms with large ceramic bathtubs.

Usually, there were servants tending the furnace below to send up hot water.

The bathtub still contained He Lan’s bathwater, which Wang Yunxiao had just heated for her, with the white foam of soap floating on it, emanating a fragrant aroma.

If this was put on the internet in the future, it could probably be sold by weight.

Can you actually drink this stuff?

Wang Yunxiao pondered for a second.

Hmm, probably just bravado, or a sad fantasy of otakus.

He then hesitated for another second between continuing to soak in the bath or to shower directly under the tap.

As the saying goes, hesitation leads to defeat.

Right now on the bed in the bedroom lay a freshly bathed, fragrant, beautiful woman, while Eldest Miss Li was still far out of reach.

What am I hesitating for?

Quickly taking a shower, Wang Yunxiao returned to the bedroom and found the lights turned off.

He Lan lay motionless under the blanket, seemingly asleep.

Wang Yunxiao walked to the other side, laid down on the bed, and began to sleep.

After a few minutes, the other side of the bed started to move.

He Lan slowly inched closer, and her hot silky nightgown touched Wang Yunxiao’s arm.

Wang Yunxiao reached his hand over, and she immediately stopped moving.

After a while, He Lan leaned toward his ear and said in a teary voice, "I’ve already come this far, what more do you want from me?"

Wang Yunxiao retorted, "Have you ever heard the saying, ’The cheaper the girl, the less a man cares’?"

"I’ve heard it, my mom tells me that every day."

He Lan turned her body to Wang Yunxiao, murmuring softly, "But I don’t act cheap with others, just with you; isn’t that okay?"

"You’ve seen it, what I and my master do is always like walking a tightrope. There’s a saying, ’If you always walk by the river, you are bound to get your shoes wet.’ Who knows, maybe one day I might not be here anymore. Plus, you know I already have someone in my heart. Wouldn’t it be better for you to find a reliable person and settle down?"

"That’s so boring."

He Lan giggled, "I just like to compete with others for food and eat the best."

"You must be sick!"

"It’s hard to say who’s sick between us. A normal man would at least have some reaction by now, even if he doesn’t take initiative."

"How do you know I don’t have a reaction?"

He Lan reached out and touched him, then immediately became quiet.

"Shall we sleep?"

"Sleep."

Although she knew that with just a few more provocations, she could very likely seal the deal tonight.

But she just couldn’t bring herself to utter those last few sentences.

You dead man! Can’t you be a bit more proactive?

He Lan was so annoyed that her teeth itched.

You’re already here; why put on this act of integrity!

I am cheeky, not despicable! If you push me too hard, I’ll go feed the dogs in the streets!

Closing her eyes and biting her lip, she waited the time it takes to burn one stick of incense, then couldn’t help asking: "Are you asleep yet?"

Wang Yunxiao didn’t respond.

"I don’t need a status either..."

"Huh?"

Wang Yunxiao didn’t catch on: "What did you say?"

"I won’t say it again! Sleep!"

Angrily, He Lan rolled up the blanket, turned away to wrap herself up like a caterpillar, and ignored Wang Yunxiao.

......

Wang Yunxiao had a dream.

The dream was not at all pleasant.

In the dream, there was no President, no Qilin Army.

In 1900, colorful Foreigners invaded.

He became an orphan with no siblings, begging in a city full of scars, taken in by an old man.

The old man used to be a Buddha Master, a kind of thief. He had already retired from his thieving ways many years after teaching his disciples. But his disciple and the disciple’s wife were killed by Foreigners, leaving behind their underage granddaughter, who depended on him for survival.

Later on, the old man passed away, and without any real skills, he lived by associating with local Loafers. He would slice thin pieces of flesh from his own thigh with a small knife to frighten common people and scrape together a negligible amount of money to support her, who was now pregnant.

After a very long time, factions of Loafers fought each other; persuaded by an elder brother, he leapt into a boiling pot, his flesh crisply fried.

Enduring his last breath, clutching a bag of money, he returned home, took one last look at his wife and the nursing baby in her arms, handed the money to her—who was already shocked out of her wits—and then collapsed.

Waking from the dream, Wang Yunxiao opened his eyes and found that it was still dark outside.

After the autumn equinox, the sun rises later each day, and now one could feel a hint of chill.

Turning his head, he looked at the young girl snuggled next to him; she was sleeping soundly, her cheeks rosy, perhaps having had a night full of chaotic, beautiful dreams.

The mixed scent of sweat and saliva intrigued Wang Yunxiao’s nostrils.

What did she say last night?

Wang Yunxiao didn’t dwell on it and pushed it to the back of his mind.

He had many things to do today. To better impersonate Wu Chaoran, he must dig out more information from him, ensuring everything goes smoothly.